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(If you haven't read Halloween Parts 1-4, you'll have no idea what's going on. Except for sex.)
He broke off the conversation with the guy he was next to, and strode purposefully toward me, a cup in each hand.
"Where you going, Baby?"
Colette tried to intercede. "She's going home?" she said, with the sentence starting out forcefully, but ending on a high note,
so it sounded like a question. It was obvious he was ignoring her completely.
"I said, I'd be right back. I was just going to get us something to drink." He held up his left hand, to indicate it was for me.
Not knowing what else to do, but realizing Colette wasn't going to be much help, and that I needed something, anything, at
least, to wash the taste of his dick out of my mouth, I accepted the cup, and took a drink. Jungle juice. Trash can punch.
Whatever was thrown into a vat. I'd had it before. I could stomach it. I stared him in the eyes as I drank. My resolve was back.
He'd used me and thrown me away.
Or had he?
He held my gaze. "Look. If you don't want to stay, I'm not going to make you, and I'm not going to cause a scene. But, I like
you, and I wanted to get to know you. Can you at least tell me why?"
My resolve buckled. And he saw. "Let's go somewhere were we can talk. I just want to know why you're running away."
I nodded, and let him take me by my free hand. Everything else melted away. I was only vaguely aware of some guy moving in
toward Colette as he led me back up the stairs. His hand around mine felt... comforting, trusting.
Then, we were back in his room, the door closed behind us.
"Is this about your friend? Because, I don't know what she said, but nothing happened between us. Honest. I met up with her one
night for some fun, and she freaked out, and locked herself in the bathroom." We stood facing each other, his hands grasping both
of mine. Me in heels, and him still taller. "I didn't even recognize her out on the deck at first. I didn't realize who she was
until after she bolted.
"And look. I moved a little fast. I admit that. I'm sorry. But, you're pretty hot, and I'm buzzed, and I got carried away.
That's no excuse. Shit, I don't even know your name."
"S-Stephanie," I croaked, my throat out of whack from his... seed, and from the trash can punch.
"Stephanie. Hi. Okay, here's who I am. I'm a guy who is supposed to be banging hot chicks all the time. When I was growing up,
my friends all expected it. My family expected me to be married with a big family, my frat brothers all think I'm a big pussy
hound. But the truth is, I'm gay. I like sucking dick. And maybe it's part of me adjusting, and hiding who I really am, but I'm
hot for men who look like women. And you look like a really hot woman. And I just wanna be happy, and find someone who makes me
happy, and who I can make happy, and I don't know if it's you, but I think you're hot, and I really, really liked what we did
earlier, and I want the chance to, you know, see if... we can... be more... than, you know, just a thing, ya know?"
It was a night of confessions, obviously. First, my roommate, and now, my lover.
My lover? Well, we'd made out, and he'd gone down on me, and I'd gone down on him. Yeah, I guess, technically, he was my lover.
But, the question was, was he going to be my Lover.
"Shit," he said, as we continued to stare at each other. "I'm sorry. I don't know what your story is, but just please, keep this
to yourself, okay? It's a small campus."
He started to pull his hands away, and I let him, if only to move my arms around his neck, and draw him in.
We kissed. As we pulled back, I opened my eyes to see surprise on his face.
"Okay," I said. And I kissed him again. "Okay."
His hands went around my waist, and he pulled me into him, and again, I felt safe, secure, protected, wanted.
This was not one of those throw-your-head-back-and-dislocate-your-jaw kisses. This was all lips, as my arms stretched out over
his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around my lower back. At least it was until his tongue slipped forward, and my lips parted,
welcoming him into my mouth.
And I thrust myself closer to him, trying to squeeze out any loose atoms that separated his body from mine. And I ground my
pelvis against his, and he ground back. And we kissed like this for ages, his hands sliding up and down my back, occasionally
brushing my ass cheeks, my arms alternately stretching out in the space behind him, and lightly stroking the back of his head.
He broke the kiss, and guided us to the bed, sitting on the edge, holding my hands and keeping his face close to mine. "I'm not
looking for just sex, I want... more than that. And it may sound stupid, but I want to know if you are... more than that," he
whispered.
Frankly, I didn't know if I was up for what he was suggesting. But I was so charged up, so turned on, had he asked me if I were
Eleanor Roosevelt, I'd have said yes. But instead, I said, "I think we've clicked so far. I want you. We can figure the rest out
in the morning." He smiled, and we kissed some more.
I talked earlier how he was a great kisser, and I won't belabor that point, but, GOD! He was a great kisser! His tongue would
gently find its way into my mouth, withdraw, and then come back with force. He'd softly nibble on my lips with his, and once in a
very great while, would nibble on them with his teeth. Then, he'd break away from my mouth altogether, and kiss his way across my
cheek, and down my neck, reversing course back up the neck to my ear, where his tongue would make brief appearance before
returning to my mouth.
All the while, one hand was on my back, the other on my knee, every now and then drifting up my inner thigh, a little higher
with each pass. He was driving me nuts, and I had to tell him.
"Oh, god," I breathed, as his lips hit my neck, "I want you."
I pushed me back onto the bed, as he fell to the floor, on his knees. "I want you too, Stephanie." GOD! To have him call me that
sent a chill up my back.
This man, my new lover, my gatekeeper into an undiscovered continent of feeling and lust, started kissing my knees, easing them
apart, so he could kiss my inner thighs. And when he reached the top, his hands scooted under my ass, forcing my hips into the
air, so he could remove my panties with his teeth. His teeth! He was removing my underwear with this teeth, so he could suck me
again.
His lips found my balls, shaven, and god-knows what they looked like up close. I'd never really studied them, and he was making
up for the oversight. One finger, as he kissed and licked my scrotum, found its way beneath my sack, and touched my taint. (I
knew that's what that area between the ass and the balls was called, after Todd, er, Colette, er, Todd and I had an arugment, and
he looked it up.
After his magic mouth engulfed the heck of my semi-erect dick, he dove down, deeper, so his tongue could like my taint. (My
semi-hard penis. As aroused as I was, that tiny little voice seemed to have lost all traces of masculinity and reminded me that
he thought of me as a female, and women didn't get boners. Not several inches in length, anyway.
His mouth returned to my dick, seemingly intent on making it fully hard, but one finger stayed on my taint, until it didn't.
Until I felt it touch my butthole. And I jumped. And a little bit of reality crept back in. Was he planning on fucking me? How
much was it going to hurt? Would I get a disease? All questions because all I had thought of previously was blow jobs. Him on me,
me on him. But questions about fucking left my mind as that lone finger teased my hole.
And as he continued to suck on my, he slipped that finger back up into his mouth, and then back to my sphincter.
"Oh, god, take me!" I offered, as he tantalized me and my hole. "I want you to take me," I whispered. His finger on my sphincter
felt good. And I wanted more. So he gave it to me.
With his mouth, he was sucking my dick. With one hand, he teased my butthole. With the other, he teased my skin, rubbing up and
down my smooth, shaven legs. And then his finger started to force its way in. And yeah, it hurt, but, I concentrated on the
present, and the future.
His button-pushing finger made its way inside me, and held steady, as my breathing returned. I wasn't even aware I'd been
holding my breath. Then he wiggled it, ever so slightly. It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt kind of nice, and I was surprised to
find myself disappointed when he withdrew it, and pulled his mouth off my cock. I wondered if it was time for me to go down on
him again, and my mouth watered at the thought.
But, his finger came back, and this time it brought a friend. He slipped my rod back into his mouth, and entered me again, but
with two fingers. And this hurt, twice as much as it did before, but in a fleeting way. And when it was gone, the pleasure came
back, twice as good too. And when he wiggled his fingers, the feeling doubled again. I let out a moan.
"Fuck me. Please," I groaned. "Please fuck me now." My boner had come back, only I didn't realize it, until it popped out of
his mouth, as he drew back and stood. Here it came. I was about to give up my virginity, and once it was gone, it was never
coming back. If I were going to stop this... no, it was probably too late for that.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, as his hands reached down to the hem of my dress. He pulled it up, over my padded
bra, up over my head, and my wig went with it. I was shocked! The illusion was over. This would probably be the deal-breaker
for him. I was a guy, with a guy's short haircut, in makeup, smeared lipstick, high heels, and clip-on earrings, wearing a bra,
stuffed with socks, no panties, with an erection. I took a step back, waiting for the worst, wondering if it was too late to
grab my wig, and salvage something of the night, or at least get out without getting my ass kicked.
"Stop, Stephanie" he said. "You look even more beautiful like this,". He smiled broadly, and I melted. No-one had ever told me
I was beautiful. Ever. And with that word, all doubt, all hesitation disappeared. I was going to give myself to him tonight.
Fully. Freely.
We returned to kissing, with my throbbing dick pressed up against his body, and I helped him take his shirt off. I kissed my
way down his hairless chest, stopping to pay my respects to his pecs, on the way to my knees, so I could pull down his
sweatpants. I got a close up look at his own throbbing cock as he awkwardly pulled his legs out of the pant legs. I'd always
thought dicks looked weird before, even my own. They'd never been as appealing as a nice pussy to be. Until now. His was a
thing of beauty, like it was crafted from blackened steel, like it was styled, designed to hold up a building. And I wanted it
in my mouth again, but he had other ideas.
We stood before each other, and he reached into my bra, to pull out the stuffing. "You won't be needing these." He pushed the
bra up over my nipples and gently sucked on one, before switching to the other.
God! Everything this man did was sensuous. Everything he did felt better than anything else I'd ever had before. A couple of
girls had sucked on my nipples before, but that was when they were hairy, and I didn't get much out of it. Now they were shaved,
hairless, like a woman's, if smaller, and my man knew how to juice me up. He reached around behind me, and unclasped the bra,
letting the straps fall off my shoulders.
He turned me, so he was behind me. Then he started kissing my neck. And as good as that felt, it was the sensation of his
cock, pressed against my ass that had my attention. I tried to reach back to guide it closer to my hole, but he stopped me.
"Soon, babydoll. Soon." His use of pet names made me swoon. Or maybe it was the hand that was massaging my chest.
"Don't tease me, baby. I need you inside me. Please? Please, I need you now," I whimpered, and he pushed me onto the bed, and
rolled me onto my back. I watched as he grabbed a condom from the dresser, and put it on, before joining me, separating my legs,
and aligning my hips with his.
I thought I was ready. I thought the brief spark of pain from his two fingers was barely tolerable. But, I had no idea what
was coming. The tip touched my sphincter, cold and wet, and I realized the rubber was pre-lubricated. That made it easier, but,
not easy. Nothing I'd ever suffered hurt as much as the head of his dick forcing its way into my hole. Nothing. I saw stars,
and may have even passed out. I gritted my teeth, and was about to ask him to stop, it was too much. But he spoke first.
"You want me to stop, baby?"
"No, please. Don't. I'll be okay,". My words surprised me. I must really want this.
And after a minute the pain evaporated. Just went away, and I was left with the head of his dick in me, rapid, shallow breaths,
and this big man, with the cutest look of concern, staring down at me.
I moved my pelvis toward him, tried to get more, and he responded appropriately. He shifted his hips, and penetrated a little
deeper. That which hurt, now soothed. No, that's not the word; it made me soar.
He pulled back, and then pushed forward, a little deeper again. And the pleasure intensified. Again: he pulled his cock back,
and then forward, ever deeper, and with each movement, my breath was taken away.
He was fucking me. I was being fucked. No. That's too crude. He was making love to me, making me over, making me new.
Because he wasn't just pushing in and pulling out, everything about his dick seemed designed more my pleasure. I could almost
feel the blood rushing through the veins in his cock, his throbbing heartbeat. And he was kissing me. And caressing me. And
looking me in the eyes; his gaze, solidifying the contact, physical and emotional.
And then finally, he filled me up. There was no more room. His cockhead had gone as far as it could, touching something deep
inside me that had never been touched. And it was electrifying.
When I mentioned the stars I saw from his first entry, that was nothing compared to the fireworks I experienced now. Every
nerve ending in my body lit up, every cell caught fire. I felt like I was turned inside out, and then back again. In a good
way. I felt my sphincter, and all the muscles in my abdomen clamp down on his cock, as my arms locked around his big, strong
back. I buried my face in his shoulder and screamed.
Was this what an orgasm felt like? If so, I, and every other man, were missing out. Women definitely had it better.
My brain disconnected from my body, and I flew. Vertigo, while lying on my back, and me locked onto a man. My lover.
After a few moments, my breathing returned, and I realized he had stopped moving. I pulled my face off of his shoulder and
looked at him. "Are you okay? Should I stop?", he asked.
"Don't you dare. Fuck me."
And he picked up the pace. Plunging his dick inside me, and pulling it back, almost out, but not quite. And again. And
again. And again.
And I climaxed again. And again. And again. And each time was as good as the first. And I realized I may have orgasmed, but
I hadn't cum. My own dick was limp, my belly dry. And I didn't care. He was the man. I'd had my pleasure, and I wanted him to
be pleasured too. So, I whispered to him.
"Cum inside me. Please. Cum inside me. I need your cum," my voice growing louder with each word. "Oh, god! Cum in me,
baby!"
His tempo increased, his eyes glazed. He kissed me again, and buried his face over my shoulder, into the pillow. And I never
wanted this to end: the feeling of his hot cock rushing inside me, throbbing there for a briefest of eternities, and then
creating a vaccuum as it withdrew, only to return a split second later, rushing by my love pillow, as I was thinking of my
prostate, because I couldn't think of the actual term. Real words, the real world didn't exist any more, just my ass, his penis,
and this overwhelming feeling of love, lust, desire and pleasure.
And then he froze. I could feel his dick twitch inside me, which sent shivers through me, and I knew he was there.
I wondered briefly if it was as good for him as it was for me. And I wondered if he'd let me fuck him in the butt too. And I
kind of liked that idea.
But for now, his dick, wrapped in rubber, was cumming inside me. And I imagined feeling the temperature rise in my already
overheated ass. And I wondered what it would be like to take his cum directly, without protection. And I wanted to know. I so
badly wanted him to cum inside me, to have his sperm joining me on this flying carpet of multiple orgasms.
He pushed himself up with his muscular arms, and pulled himself out of me. And I could have sworn I heard a cartoony POP as his
cock left me, and even if I didn't, I felt it. I felt empty, halved, incomplete, if you will. How could I live again without
him inside me?
He rolled over, and groaned as he did, lying on his back, as I wondered if it was truly good for him, if he had enjoyed fucking
my brains out, because obviously he did, as I couldn't think of anything but that, and how soon I could get him hard again for
another fucking, and if he'd want to, because I knew what it was like to fuck, a pussy, anyway, and fucking a pussy wasn't nearly
as good as getting ass fucked. Oh, I was a faggot now. It had never occurred to me that I might like a dick in my ass before,
and while someone could have argued that all men are have latent homosexual feelings, and oh my god, what was I thinking? I
wasn't gay. I had just been turned inside out by a man, freely, and while I didn't have a vagina, the feelings I was feeling
were definitely feminine in nature, and... you can see, my mind wasn't where it usually was.
He turned his head to me, and grinned, and I hoped that smile meant what I thought it meant, and it did, and he kissed me. And
I was loopy again. High even. Higher than from anything I'd ever smoked. Much higher than when I agreed to wear a dress, and
put on makeup and go out in public.
He broke the kiss, pulled off the condom with a wet SNAP, and threw it towards a wastebasket, where it landed with an even
wetter THUD. And we cuddled, and he spooned me, and we fell asleep.
****
I awoke at some point when he climbed over me, and went to the bathroom, and I was asleep again before he returned. I know this
, because when he came back, I woke up again, and felt his dick pressing against my ass again. And I twisted my head to kiss him
over my shoulder as re-entered, and took me back to paradise.
He broke off the conversation with the guy he was next to, and strode purposefully toward me, a cup in each hand.
"Where you going, Baby?"
Colette tried to intercede. "She's going home?" she said, with the sentence starting out forcefully, but ending on a high note,
so it sounded like a question. It was obvious he was ignoring her completely.
"I said, I'd be right back. I was just going to get us something to drink." He held up his left hand, to indicate it was for me.
Not knowing what else to do, but realizing Colette wasn't going to be much help, and that I needed something, anything, at
least, to wash the taste of his dick out of my mouth, I accepted the cup, and took a drink. Jungle juice. Trash can punch.
Whatever was thrown into a vat. I'd had it before. I could stomach it. I stared him in the eyes as I drank. My resolve was back.
He'd used me and thrown me away.
Or had he?
He held my gaze. "Look. If you don't want to stay, I'm not going to make you, and I'm not going to cause a scene. But, I like
you, and I wanted to get to know you. Can you at least tell me why?"
My resolve buckled. And he saw. "Let's go somewhere were we can talk. I just want to know why you're running away."
I nodded, and let him take me by my free hand. Everything else melted away. I was only vaguely aware of some guy moving in
toward Colette as he led me back up the stairs. His hand around mine felt... comforting, trusting.
Then, we were back in his room, the door closed behind us.
"Is this about your friend? Because, I don't know what she said, but nothing happened between us. Honest. I met up with her one
night for some fun, and she freaked out, and locked herself in the bathroom." We stood facing each other, his hands grasping both
of mine. Me in heels, and him still taller. "I didn't even recognize her out on the deck at first. I didn't realize who she was
until after she bolted.
"And look. I moved a little fast. I admit that. I'm sorry. But, you're pretty hot, and I'm buzzed, and I got carried away.
That's no excuse. Shit, I don't even know your name."
"S-Stephanie," I croaked, my throat out of whack from his... seed, and from the trash can punch.
"Stephanie. Hi. Okay, here's who I am. I'm a guy who is supposed to be banging hot chicks all the time. When I was growing up,
my friends all expected it. My family expected me to be married with a big family, my frat brothers all think I'm a big pussy
hound. But the truth is, I'm gay. I like sucking dick. And maybe it's part of me adjusting, and hiding who I really am, but I'm
hot for men who look like women. And you look like a really hot woman. And I just wanna be happy, and find someone who makes me
happy, and who I can make happy, and I don't know if it's you, but I think you're hot, and I really, really liked what we did
earlier, and I want the chance to, you know, see if... we can... be more... than, you know, just a thing, ya know?"
It was a night of confessions, obviously. First, my roommate, and now, my lover.
My lover? Well, we'd made out, and he'd gone down on me, and I'd gone down on him. Yeah, I guess, technically, he was my lover.
But, the question was, was he going to be my Lover.
"Shit," he said, as we continued to stare at each other. "I'm sorry. I don't know what your story is, but just please, keep this
to yourself, okay? It's a small campus."
He started to pull his hands away, and I let him, if only to move my arms around his neck, and draw him in.
We kissed. As we pulled back, I opened my eyes to see surprise on his face.
"Okay," I said. And I kissed him again. "Okay."
His hands went around my waist, and he pulled me into him, and again, I felt safe, secure, protected, wanted.
This was not one of those throw-your-head-back-and-dislocate-your-jaw kisses. This was all lips, as my arms stretched out over
his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around my lower back. At least it was until his tongue slipped forward, and my lips parted,
welcoming him into my mouth.
And I thrust myself closer to him, trying to squeeze out any loose atoms that separated his body from mine. And I ground my
pelvis against his, and he ground back. And we kissed like this for ages, his hands sliding up and down my back, occasionally
brushing my ass cheeks, my arms alternately stretching out in the space behind him, and lightly stroking the back of his head.
He broke the kiss, and guided us to the bed, sitting on the edge, holding my hands and keeping his face close to mine. "I'm not
looking for just sex, I want... more than that. And it may sound stupid, but I want to know if you are... more than that," he
whispered.
Frankly, I didn't know if I was up for what he was suggesting. But I was so charged up, so turned on, had he asked me if I were
Eleanor Roosevelt, I'd have said yes. But instead, I said, "I think we've clicked so far. I want you. We can figure the rest out
in the morning." He smiled, and we kissed some more.
I talked earlier how he was a great kisser, and I won't belabor that point, but, GOD! He was a great kisser! His tongue would
gently find its way into my mouth, withdraw, and then come back with force. He'd softly nibble on my lips with his, and once in a
very great while, would nibble on them with his teeth. Then, he'd break away from my mouth altogether, and kiss his way across my
cheek, and down my neck, reversing course back up the neck to my ear, where his tongue would make brief appearance before
returning to my mouth.
All the while, one hand was on my back, the other on my knee, every now and then drifting up my inner thigh, a little higher
with each pass. He was driving me nuts, and I had to tell him.
"Oh, god," I breathed, as his lips hit my neck, "I want you."
I pushed me back onto the bed, as he fell to the floor, on his knees. "I want you too, Stephanie." GOD! To have him call me that
sent a chill up my back.
This man, my new lover, my gatekeeper into an undiscovered continent of feeling and lust, started kissing my knees, easing them
apart, so he could kiss my inner thighs. And when he reached the top, his hands scooted under my ass, forcing my hips into the
air, so he could remove my panties with his teeth. His teeth! He was removing my underwear with this teeth, so he could suck me
again.
His lips found my balls, shaven, and god-knows what they looked like up close. I'd never really studied them, and he was making
up for the oversight. One finger, as he kissed and licked my scrotum, found its way beneath my sack, and touched my taint. (I
knew that's what that area between the ass and the balls was called, after Todd, er, Colette, er, Todd and I had an arugment, and
he looked it up.
After his magic mouth engulfed the heck of my semi-erect dick, he dove down, deeper, so his tongue could like my taint. (My
semi-hard penis. As aroused as I was, that tiny little voice seemed to have lost all traces of masculinity and reminded me that
he thought of me as a female, and women didn't get boners. Not several inches in length, anyway.
His mouth returned to my dick, seemingly intent on making it fully hard, but one finger stayed on my taint, until it didn't.
Until I felt it touch my butthole. And I jumped. And a little bit of reality crept back in. Was he planning on fucking me? How
much was it going to hurt? Would I get a disease? All questions because all I had thought of previously was blow jobs. Him on me,
me on him. But questions about fucking left my mind as that lone finger teased my hole.
And as he continued to suck on my, he slipped that finger back up into his mouth, and then back to my sphincter.
"Oh, god, take me!" I offered, as he tantalized me and my hole. "I want you to take me," I whispered. His finger on my sphincter
felt good. And I wanted more. So he gave it to me.
With his mouth, he was sucking my dick. With one hand, he teased my butthole. With the other, he teased my skin, rubbing up and
down my smooth, shaven legs. And then his finger started to force its way in. And yeah, it hurt, but, I concentrated on the
present, and the future.
His button-pushing finger made its way inside me, and held steady, as my breathing returned. I wasn't even aware I'd been
holding my breath. Then he wiggled it, ever so slightly. It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt kind of nice, and I was surprised to
find myself disappointed when he withdrew it, and pulled his mouth off my cock. I wondered if it was time for me to go down on
him again, and my mouth watered at the thought.
But, his finger came back, and this time it brought a friend. He slipped my rod back into his mouth, and entered me again, but
with two fingers. And this hurt, twice as much as it did before, but in a fleeting way. And when it was gone, the pleasure came
back, twice as good too. And when he wiggled his fingers, the feeling doubled again. I let out a moan.
"Fuck me. Please," I groaned. "Please fuck me now." My boner had come back, only I didn't realize it, until it popped out of
his mouth, as he drew back and stood. Here it came. I was about to give up my virginity, and once it was gone, it was never
coming back. If I were going to stop this... no, it was probably too late for that.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, as his hands reached down to the hem of my dress. He pulled it up, over my padded
bra, up over my head, and my wig went with it. I was shocked! The illusion was over. This would probably be the deal-breaker
for him. I was a guy, with a guy's short haircut, in makeup, smeared lipstick, high heels, and clip-on earrings, wearing a bra,
stuffed with socks, no panties, with an erection. I took a step back, waiting for the worst, wondering if it was too late to
grab my wig, and salvage something of the night, or at least get out without getting my ass kicked.
"Stop, Stephanie" he said. "You look even more beautiful like this,". He smiled broadly, and I melted. No-one had ever told me
I was beautiful. Ever. And with that word, all doubt, all hesitation disappeared. I was going to give myself to him tonight.
Fully. Freely.
We returned to kissing, with my throbbing dick pressed up against his body, and I helped him take his shirt off. I kissed my
way down his hairless chest, stopping to pay my respects to his pecs, on the way to my knees, so I could pull down his
sweatpants. I got a close up look at his own throbbing cock as he awkwardly pulled his legs out of the pant legs. I'd always
thought dicks looked weird before, even my own. They'd never been as appealing as a nice pussy to be. Until now. His was a
thing of beauty, like it was crafted from blackened steel, like it was styled, designed to hold up a building. And I wanted it
in my mouth again, but he had other ideas.
We stood before each other, and he reached into my bra, to pull out the stuffing. "You won't be needing these." He pushed the
bra up over my nipples and gently sucked on one, before switching to the other.
God! Everything this man did was sensuous. Everything he did felt better than anything else I'd ever had before. A couple of
girls had sucked on my nipples before, but that was when they were hairy, and I didn't get much out of it. Now they were shaved,
hairless, like a woman's, if smaller, and my man knew how to juice me up. He reached around behind me, and unclasped the bra,
letting the straps fall off my shoulders.
He turned me, so he was behind me. Then he started kissing my neck. And as good as that felt, it was the sensation of his
cock, pressed against my ass that had my attention. I tried to reach back to guide it closer to my hole, but he stopped me.
"Soon, babydoll. Soon." His use of pet names made me swoon. Or maybe it was the hand that was massaging my chest.
"Don't tease me, baby. I need you inside me. Please? Please, I need you now," I whimpered, and he pushed me onto the bed, and
rolled me onto my back. I watched as he grabbed a condom from the dresser, and put it on, before joining me, separating my legs,
and aligning my hips with his.
I thought I was ready. I thought the brief spark of pain from his two fingers was barely tolerable. But, I had no idea what
was coming. The tip touched my sphincter, cold and wet, and I realized the rubber was pre-lubricated. That made it easier, but,
not easy. Nothing I'd ever suffered hurt as much as the head of his dick forcing its way into my hole. Nothing. I saw stars,
and may have even passed out. I gritted my teeth, and was about to ask him to stop, it was too much. But he spoke first.
"You want me to stop, baby?"
"No, please. Don't. I'll be okay,". My words surprised me. I must really want this.
And after a minute the pain evaporated. Just went away, and I was left with the head of his dick in me, rapid, shallow breaths,
and this big man, with the cutest look of concern, staring down at me.
I moved my pelvis toward him, tried to get more, and he responded appropriately. He shifted his hips, and penetrated a little
deeper. That which hurt, now soothed. No, that's not the word; it made me soar.
He pulled back, and then pushed forward, a little deeper again. And the pleasure intensified. Again: he pulled his cock back,
and then forward, ever deeper, and with each movement, my breath was taken away.
He was fucking me. I was being fucked. No. That's too crude. He was making love to me, making me over, making me new.
Because he wasn't just pushing in and pulling out, everything about his dick seemed designed more my pleasure. I could almost
feel the blood rushing through the veins in his cock, his throbbing heartbeat. And he was kissing me. And caressing me. And
looking me in the eyes; his gaze, solidifying the contact, physical and emotional.
And then finally, he filled me up. There was no more room. His cockhead had gone as far as it could, touching something deep
inside me that had never been touched. And it was electrifying.
When I mentioned the stars I saw from his first entry, that was nothing compared to the fireworks I experienced now. Every
nerve ending in my body lit up, every cell caught fire. I felt like I was turned inside out, and then back again. In a good
way. I felt my sphincter, and all the muscles in my abdomen clamp down on his cock, as my arms locked around his big, strong
back. I buried my face in his shoulder and screamed.
Was this what an orgasm felt like? If so, I, and every other man, were missing out. Women definitely had it better.
My brain disconnected from my body, and I flew. Vertigo, while lying on my back, and me locked onto a man. My lover.
After a few moments, my breathing returned, and I realized he had stopped moving. I pulled my face off of his shoulder and
looked at him. "Are you okay? Should I stop?", he asked.
"Don't you dare. Fuck me."
And he picked up the pace. Plunging his dick inside me, and pulling it back, almost out, but not quite. And again. And
again. And again.
And I climaxed again. And again. And again. And each time was as good as the first. And I realized I may have orgasmed, but
I hadn't cum. My own dick was limp, my belly dry. And I didn't care. He was the man. I'd had my pleasure, and I wanted him to
be pleasured too. So, I whispered to him.
"Cum inside me. Please. Cum inside me. I need your cum," my voice growing louder with each word. "Oh, god! Cum in me,
baby!"
His tempo increased, his eyes glazed. He kissed me again, and buried his face over my shoulder, into the pillow. And I never
wanted this to end: the feeling of his hot cock rushing inside me, throbbing there for a briefest of eternities, and then
creating a vaccuum as it withdrew, only to return a split second later, rushing by my love pillow, as I was thinking of my
prostate, because I couldn't think of the actual term. Real words, the real world didn't exist any more, just my ass, his penis,
and this overwhelming feeling of love, lust, desire and pleasure.
And then he froze. I could feel his dick twitch inside me, which sent shivers through me, and I knew he was there.
I wondered briefly if it was as good for him as it was for me. And I wondered if he'd let me fuck him in the butt too. And I
kind of liked that idea.
But for now, his dick, wrapped in rubber, was cumming inside me. And I imagined feeling the temperature rise in my already
overheated ass. And I wondered what it would be like to take his cum directly, without protection. And I wanted to know. I so
badly wanted him to cum inside me, to have his sperm joining me on this flying carpet of multiple orgasms.
He pushed himself up with his muscular arms, and pulled himself out of me. And I could have sworn I heard a cartoony POP as his
cock left me, and even if I didn't, I felt it. I felt empty, halved, incomplete, if you will. How could I live again without
him inside me?
He rolled over, and groaned as he did, lying on his back, as I wondered if it was truly good for him, if he had enjoyed fucking
my brains out, because obviously he did, as I couldn't think of anything but that, and how soon I could get him hard again for
another fucking, and if he'd want to, because I knew what it was like to fuck, a pussy, anyway, and fucking a pussy wasn't nearly
as good as getting ass fucked. Oh, I was a faggot now. It had never occurred to me that I might like a dick in my ass before,
and while someone could have argued that all men are have latent homosexual feelings, and oh my god, what was I thinking? I
wasn't gay. I had just been turned inside out by a man, freely, and while I didn't have a vagina, the feelings I was feeling
were definitely feminine in nature, and... you can see, my mind wasn't where it usually was.
He turned his head to me, and grinned, and I hoped that smile meant what I thought it meant, and it did, and he kissed me. And
I was loopy again. High even. Higher than from anything I'd ever smoked. Much higher than when I agreed to wear a dress, and
put on makeup and go out in public.
He broke the kiss, pulled off the condom with a wet SNAP, and threw it towards a wastebasket, where it landed with an even
wetter THUD. And we cuddled, and he spooned me, and we fell asleep.
****
I awoke at some point when he climbed over me, and went to the bathroom, and I was asleep again before he returned. I know this
, because when he came back, I woke up again, and felt his dick pressing against my ass again. And I twisted my head to kiss him
over my shoulder as re-entered, and took me back to paradise.
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